For several years, Angry Samoan/ex-Vomster/turn-of-the-century teen pop expert/guy who named a genre “heavy metal”/certified public accountant/ all-around generous guy Metal Mike Saunders mailed me huge annual care packages of both 45- and 33-rpm records he’d rejected after salvaging them from cheapo bins in used record stores or flea markets or whatever, often apparently while touring Europe. Much of said vinyl turned out to be fascinating and/or horrifying on multiple frequently cheeseball levels.